Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Norway and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Suicide to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Suicide,
Monks,
The Cramps,
The United States of America,
Quando Quango,
Stereo Dub,
Black Bananas,
The Human League,
Mr. Review,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ice-T,
D'Angelo,
Excepter,
Robert Hood,
AZ,
Bad Manners,
The Remains,
Ultra Naté,
Harry Pussy,
The Standells,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Copeland,
Goldenarms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
Charles Mingus,
The Dirtbombs,
Michelle Simonal,
Fluxion,
the Normal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Throbbing Gristle,
CMW,
Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camouflage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mad Mike,
Dual Sessions,
Duran Duran,
Al Stewart,
Spandau Ballet,
The Birthday Party,
Second Layer,
The Index,
Anakelly,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Misunderstood,
Black Sheep,
Animal Collective,
Eurythmics,
OOIOO,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Detroit Cobras,
Young Marble Giants,
Steve Hackett,
Magazine,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.